#oooooh exciting...

[taniushka12]

[valtsv]

JON WARE AND MUNA HUSSEN OF ESKEW/SILT VERSES FAME WRITING A NEW GOTHIC/WEIRD FICTION PODCAST IN A SETTING WHERE THE DEAD HAVE RISEN TO REJOIN THE WORLD OF THE LIVING, CRITIQUING/EXPLORING CULTURAL NOSTALGIA, THE OPPRESSIVE ALLURE OF THE PAST, AND GENERATIONAL CONFLICT/TRAUMA? THE THEME MAY BE DEATH BUT STORYTELLING HAS NEVER BEEN MORE ALIVE

[author-kweenyluv]

... Ghosts pt. 2 ...

pt. 1 || pt.2 || pt.3

[Part 2 babee! also known as known as 'Death isn't as permanent as some might think and reader does not take this well', the ficlet! enjoy!]

Something happened down in the basement, something big. Big enough to have even the more stoic and senior members of the team shaken, to have hushed whispers falling over the psychically-inclined students and staff, and curious glances sent between them.

It had been hours since the lockdown was first announced, and you were doing your best to keep things from falling apart. It wasn’t saving the world or stopping doomsday, but sharing some old stories of the X-Men in their early days seemed to be doing the trick of keeping things calm. The students around you were smiling, or groaning, or chuckling or rolling their eyes or doing anything aside from panicking, so you’d say you were doing a pretty good job keeping things together all things considered.

...Kurt had been better at this, when he’d been here. He could breathe life into stories like no one else, drawing others in like moths to a flame. You did well of course, you’d learned from the best after all, but your skills paled in comparison to your late love, even if the thought sent a spike through your chest.

The lockdown ended not long after that, and you swallowed the ache in your chest as you put on a smile and helped to usher the students back to their dorms. You ignored the looks from the other teachers as you opted to stay back with the students, not quite up to seeing your loved ones in pain the way they always were after a mission. At least, not outside of the medbay. You were still the assistant Nurse after all, seeing to injuries was part of your job.

Most of the students were gone now, either in their rooms or on their way to them, and you were running out of ways to avoid whatever situation was making the other teachers look at you with such pity. You were sure there was some sort of psychic message sent out, but your powers had never played well with other’s telepathy and the chances of a non-specific message getting through were slim. Even now you were told it took a bit more effort to contact you than most, and this certainly didn’t seem like a message specifically for you.

Now though it seemed that your time was up, cause not a moment later Blueberry ‘BAMF’ed onto your shoulder with a loud cry of-

“Bamf!” You stumble a bit in surprise at the sudden appearance of the little creature, it’s wide, excited smile inches from their face as it settles across your shoulders like a rambunctious blue cat. “Bamf! Bamf!” It takes you a moment to regain your footing, adjusting the grip on your crutches as you steady yourself.

“I- jeez Blueberry, give me some heads up!” The little creature simply kept chanting in an increasingly impatient tone as its little hands tugged on the shoulder of your shirt. “Okay, okay- what’s gotten into you? Did something happen? Blueberry-“ You didn’t manage to get much of a response, as in a sudden, familiar puff of brimstone and ash and ozone, you went from the middle of one of the school’s many hallways to somewhere else entirely.

. . .

The first thing you registered when you cleared the smoke from your eyes was that it was cold out. The next was that it was late, late enough that the stars were clearly visible in the now darkened sky, and the fact that you could see the stars at all. You were apparently on the roof of the school now, and you turn your head towards the culprit— Blueberry. You fix the little Bamf lounging across your shoulders with an unimpressed look, balancing your crutches under your biceps as you wrap your arms around yourself for warmth.

“Blueberry, this isn’t funn-“ You’re cut off by a soft call of your name and freeze, the little Bamf jumping off your shoulders to sit by your feet, nearly preening with satisfaction in itself.

Your chest hurts at the sound of the familiar voice, a sharp pain stabbing at your soft tissue, stopping your heart dead in your chest for a solid second before it starts to jackrabbit fast enough to leave Northstar jealous. “Spatzl, is that you?” You turn your head slowly, blood rushing through your ears, breathing gone shallow, and spine frozen stiff.

Your vision is unfocused, your mind not quite grasping the image in front of you as your eyes start to burn with something like liquid grief. You try to take a step back— ears ringing, knees buckling, hands now strangling the handles of your crutches as your nails dig into the plush grips, forcing yourself to stay standing by putting your weight on those rather than their feet —but your back hits the wall of the tower leading out to the roof before you can even lift a heel.

This- oh gods, you really had lost it now, hadn’t you? Your breathing picked up as you looked out at the ghost sitting on the roof not 15 feet in front of you. Your head was spinning. Your eyes were burning. You felt like- your couldn’t feel your-

Your head was pounding, hands numb and shaking as you slide out of your crutches and let them fall, sliding along the wall until you were seated on the floor, arms limp besides you. You couldn’t stop staring at him, at the ghost of the man you loved sitting across from you on the rooftop. Blueberry’s pride had shifted to concern, and in the corner of your eyes you could see the little creature putting its hands on your knee and shaking it, trying to get your attention. You couldn’t feel its touch.

The ghost of Kurt sat a still as a statue, knees drawn up to it’s chest, spaded tail curled around itself, and one foot curled over the other like a nervous child. Shaded blue curls you last saw beneath a white sheet fell over its face, sunset eyes bright with a perfect facsimilie of life. The ghost was looking at you, wearing a shocked, nearly pained expression of concern on its features so like that of the little Bamf beside you that you couldn’t look away from it. Blueberry shook your knee a bit harder.

Your lips trembled as you tore your gaze away, eyes wide with panic as your vision started to blur and you stared down at your knees. You couldn’t... you couldn’t do this again. You couldn’t face the visions again. You couldn’t look at the visage of your dead lover, you couldn’t bare to be haunted by the consequences of your own inadequacies again. Your voice is strained as you nearly beg Blueberry with trembling words and your eyes glued to your knees.

“Take me to my room. Blueberry take me to my roo-“ You go up in a cloud of sulfur just as the ghost starts to move, reaching out a hand with your name falling from it’s lips.

“No, wait-!“

pt. 1 || pt.2 || pt.3

[tournament-of-ninjago]

ROUND 1 PART 3

propaganda for ACRONIX:

propaganda for VEX:

[epifaniacintilante]

Starting the final countdown to my destruction

And I barely can't wait for it

[somesmartsmarties]

SPOILERS FOR DR SEASON 3

What the fuck was THAT (the ending scene)

Is Morro like?? Double dead now??? Mf can’t catch a break he’s been helping people cross over to finally rest whilst constantly battling against the soul-suckers, now THIS?? HOOOOLY SHIT PLEASE NINJAGO PLEASE BRING HIM BACK SAFE AND SOUND IN SEASON 3 PART 2 PLEEEEEASE THAT’S MY SON THAT’S MY BOY

[siffrinsometimes]

one i made while bored in class

[loonavrsl]

250110 [📷] Preview and concept hint on ARTMS X Digipedi t-shirt design

Reborn Like A Phoenix Wing

Source: nash_musics

[theteaisaddictive]

Fandom: Beauty and the Beast (2017) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Beast/Belle (Disney) Characters: Belle (Disney), Beast (Disney), Beast's Servants (Disney) Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Dubious Consent, Body Horror, Communication Failure, the google docs title was MOUNTAIN GOATS NO CHILDREN.MP3 and the tumblr tag was 'the divorce fic', just so you know what you're getting yourselves into, Inspired by Dimension20 Neverafter, Unhappy Ending, self-dehumanisation in the form of technically having an, unnamed main character - Freeform

Summary:

"Didn’t your romances ever talk about what happens after the hero and heroine get married? Did you honestly think that our relationship would be the same as it was when I wasn’t even human?”

“Would that be so bad?!" Belle cries out, her eyes wild.

Taken aback, he straightens up.

“I only mean – we disagreed, of course, and with the way things started of course we fought. But it was never like this, back then.”

The fight goes out of him, like a soap bubble finally succumbing to the laws of physics and popping. “What are we doing, Belle?” he asks, with a rough exhale. “We love each other. We shouldn’t be fighting – at least, not like this."

“Yes,” she says quietly. “You’re right. We love each other.”

listen to the companion playlist here

[chewyhanniebug]

staring wistfully at 240531 photos knowing we're going to be getting the matching suits again tonight

[juniperhillpatient]

I’m really cooking with this wip y’all. If you thought anything I wrote in the past was sick & twisted you’re not even ready.

[scrollwyrm]

I’m excited. Are you excited?

That’s right, wyrmlings, I’ve got something special ready for Valentines! I’m honestly shaking this is gonna be so good.

[blackjackkent]

OK, so... time to see about breaking into the Steel Watch Foundry.

Rakha has two intentions here:

Find a way to shut down production/operation of the Steel Watch to make it easier to betray and attack Gortash.

At Barcus's urging (and because of her severe dislike of Wulbren), attempting to do so without killing the Gondian staff inside - at least not without giving them a chance to surrender/talk.

They break through the heavy gate at the front in the way that Rakha has taken to getting through most locked doors, which is by having Lae'zel smash it apart:

Which of course summons the attention of the Watch outside. This is not exactly a subtle infiltration.

So far the strategy of this particular party against Steel Watch seems to be letting Lae'zel triple-smash it below the damage threshold and then have everyone run like hell while it explodes. Hey, it works.

Fun banter between Wyll and Lae'zel on the way in:

Wyll: Labour is the lifeblood of every city. Baldur's Gate would perish without its workers. Lae'zel: So it is with the githyanki. Without the mlar's swords and ships, and the gardens of our g'lathk, the empire couldn't thrive. Wyll: Maybe githyanki and humans aren't so different after all. Lae'zel: Let's not carried away, Wyll.

Another locked door to get into the building proper:

The entry hallway is stacked with crates and scrap metal and lined with steaming, hissing pipes. A pair of Gortash's soldiers are standing in a corner, having a very pleasant chat:

"I heard you were disciplined by Overseer Holzt, Dread Brother." "When instructing a Gondian, my enthusiasm overtook me. I cut off her hand." "Clumsy. What good are they without their limbs?" "Indeed. I had to dispose of her."

Lovely. They also immediately get mad as soon as Rakha comes in the door, leading to a quick fight that I don't remember from my last time here.

With the front path clear, it's time to enter the first main room of the foundry - and hey, this is a very different cutscene if you haven't gone to the Iron Throne first!

"You are asking the impossible!" A few armored guards - their leader bearing the Black Hand of Bane on her helmet - are standing around a small and frightened- (and exhausted-) looking gnome in a worker's clothes, who is pleading desperately with them.

"Gyronetics require a steady hand and a sharp gaze! I can barely keep my eyes open. I need to *rest*."

The Baneite officer smiles coldly. "You have a son, do you not?" she says, idly, as if the woman's pleading is nothing more than a joke. "Is he as lazy and pathetic as his spineless mother?"

Rakha watches with some fascination as the woman pulls from her pocket a strange device - a purple crystal encased in a gilt framework - which begins suddenly to glow with a strange, pulsing light. Around it, Rakha can see the Weave begin to swirl and churn violently, and through that churning a thin connecting line disappearing through the fabric of reality, rather like the tie that binds Wyll to Mizora, or that bound Shadowheart to Shar.

"Prinski's Motivation Sequence activated," says a prim female voice from somewhere - perhaps from inside the device itself.

Rakha doesn't know what this signifies - except that it instantly terrifies the gnome, who goes deathly pale.

"Wait! Stay your hand, I beg you!" she cries with sudden frantic desperation.

The Banite's smile widens. She twists her fingers so the device spins lazily above her palm. "Tell me, Gondian," she says coolly. "Tell me about your son."

The gnome swallows. "He's not--" she begins, and then seems to think better of whatever she was about to say. Her shoulders slump. "Yes, Overseer Holzt," she says, almost too low for Rakha to pick up at her distance from the conversation. "He's frail in body and mind. Like me, like all of us. Yet by your grace he lives."

Holzt smirks, clearly enjoying her position of power and the fear it engenders. "And your wife?" she growls.

The gnome's breathing quickens. Rakha can see the shimmer of despair in her eyes. "She is- was- useless," she says weakly, as if reciting the terrible words by rote. "And interfered with production quotas. You were... wise to remove her from this world." Her eyes flick around the room as if hoping for some miracle escape, but nothing materializes. "Forgive my outburst," she mutters. "I will work through the night. This Watcher will be operational by dawn."

There's a long, strained pause, which Holzt lets stretch almost to the breaking point.

Then she loosens her fingers, and the crystal in her hand goes dark, settling down into her palm. She pockets it, the nasty smile still curling her lips.

"I will allow it," she purrs. "But if your work is anything short of impeccable, your son will die screaming. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Overseer Holzt," the gnome whispers. She stares at the floor as the Baneite turns and walks away.

------

"Seems like Barcus was right," Wyll says grimly. "They're being held under duress."

"And their children threatened," Jaheira growls. "The son she mentions is certainly a hostage."

"A monstrous cruelty," rumbles Minsc. "As befits Bane the Tyrant. Say the word and Boo shall gnaw out this Overseer's eyes."

Rakha shakes her head slightly. Her eyes are still fixed on Holzt as she walks away towards the office beyond the far wall, and her jaw works in thought.

"That device," she mutters. "It was magic. Tied to that collar around her neck - and also to something beyond this place."

"Or someone, I suspect," Lae'zel says coolly. "The hostages in question."

Rakha scowls. "I told Barcus we would free these people, if it can be done," she says slowly.

Wyll smiles with bitter black humor. "Well, then," he says. "I suppose we'd best make sure that device doesn't go off."

[museenkuss]

loving and moving my body this week (06.11.-12.11.)*

Monday. 20 MIN EVENING PILATES TO RELAX AND FEEL CALM - EASY AT HOME WORKOUT

Tuesday. Beginners Belly Dance Tutorial | Beautiful Hips & Arms!

Wednesday. Everyday Pilates Mobility and Stretch | Posture, Hips and Hamstrings

Thursday. Victoria's Secret Train Like An Angel Live: Martha Hunt + Ballet Beautiful

Friday. 20 MIN FULL BODY PILATES WORKOUT FOR BEGINNERS - AT HOME PILATES or Waistline Shimmy | Belly Dance Workout

Saturday. 30 MIN FULL BODY PILATES WORKOUT FOR EVERYBODY - AT HOME PILATES

Sunday. "Chocoholics" Valentine's Day Waist Winding Workout

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* the idea here was to find fun little ways to stay active according to my schedule this week. This is completely 'no suffering, joy only'. :)

In case the suggestion doesn't feel right for that day, here are some alternatives (12 minutes or less, can also be used as add-ons). No shame in taking it slow! Let's move according to our needs! :) nightime flexibility stretches // bedtime yoga stretch to release stress & tension // 8 min beginner's ballet flexibility. // 10 min | Beginner Belly Dance Workout | Slow & Smooth Tutorial // 15 min Gentle Pilates Workout For Beginners

[starguider]

Shiny Eevee ~ Full Odds; Let’s GO Eevee!

Catching him brought the combo to 14 and bringing the total number caught to 111.

WOW! WOW TWO FULL ODDS SHINY POKEMON ON THE SAME DAY?! and eevee came so early?! Wild! I feel so lucky! You can literally see me with Charmander (Meelo) who I just caught a couple hours ago! 😂 (now a Charmeleon) with Charmander caught at 7:23 and Eevee at 9:38!

I don't know what to name him or if I will evolve him ahhh. Did not think I would catch a shiny eevee so soon! Perhaps if I can think up some names I enjoy I will post a poll and let everyone vote on a name (Or maybe I will just use the picker wheel again lol)

[evidence-of-the-unknown]

[ID: Page 20 of Evidence of the Unknown. It is in greyscale with a blue spot color. Panel 1: a figure, Lovejoy, stands against a desk, holding a phone to her ear. She’s in silhouette with very little visible. Over the phone, Thyle says, “Lovejoy, it’s me.” She responds, “Ah, Thyle! How’s the cleanup going?” He says, “Someone got to the scene before us. Panel 2: Medium shot of Thyle speaking into his satellite phone, looking concerned. He says, “It’s Nye, ma’am. Murphy Nye, I’m sure of it. I’m going to need a task force here to apprehend her before-” and is cut off. Panel 3: Similar shot to last panel, Thyle looks a little shocked. Over the phone, Lovejoy says, “Oh, that won’t be necessary.” Thyle stammers, “M-ma’am?” Panel 4: A narrow panel, showing an extreme close up of Lovejoy’s face below the eyes. Her face is narrow and she wears earrings resembling the eye of providence, but is still strongly backlit. She says, “You’re too excitable for your own good sometimes… That woman is anything but a threat. You may investigate her solo if you want, but Thyle-” Panel 5: A wide shot showing the desert at night. Murphy is seen approaching a small mobile home on foot. Signs reading “Keep out!” and “Private property” are visible, and the sky is full of stars. Lovejoy continues over voice over, “Even if she saw anything… No one will believe her.” End ID.] And with that, we've reached the end of Chapter 1! Stay tuned because during the chapter break, there will be some fun extras put up. Thanks for reading!